for somethings as artist we are technician, colourist and pure fancy. He seems to get that.
33 Tite Street by Nelson Shanks
I miss you. I keep telling myself it is only because you are not here but then something in me knows I’d miss you no matter what. You are not mine. Our time is fleeting and whatever time you spend with me is borrowed. I wish I could be strong and live in the moment, here where you belong to no one but me. You don’t even know yet that you will not settle here or that my eyes so hungry for you to walk through those doors already see our end.
All my love,